Sage
The truth came out like a storm that had been building for years—slow at first, then all at once, tearing everything down.
No one mourned my father. Not a single tear. The pack whispered about it in corners; the elders nodded like it was justice long overdue. He’d killed innocents. He’d nearly killed his own son. The world didn’t need to pretend he was worth grieving. Even his step-wife—my stepmother—vanished the next day. Packed a single bag and disappeared into the night, too ashamed to show her face after the news spread. I didn’t blame her. Some stains don’t wash off.
Clarissa's confession came later, in a cold interrogation room with one-way glass and the smell of stale coffee. Eve and I sat on one side of the table. Clarissa on the other. Handcuffed. Broken.
She cried the wh
